Tokens From Home - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
TOKENS FROM HOME. Copyright, 1896, by F. J. Tierney. Words by Albert Hall. Music by Felix McGlennon. 
I left my dear country to cross the blue ocean, I left it like many a man's done before: I thought as in business I might be successful, When once I appeared on a far, foreign shore. My dreams all came true, I got on very nicely, How diff'rent from what things had been o'er the foam; One night I received, whilst among my admirers, A package from friends whom I knew when at home. 
Chorus. A beautiful token they sent me with a message from over the foam: "You have been successful quick, so we send you half a brick. To remind you of your home, sweet home." 
I knew my relations and friends, when they heard of My glorious success, would be pleased well, indeed; I knew they-would hasten to send me a letter, A kind, loving note, and dispatch it with speed. I told all my pals they'd p'rhaps send me a present, To remind me of those I had left o'er the foam. One ev'ning, whilst bragging, for me came a parcel, I knew by the writing 'twas from my dear home. 
Chorus. A beautiful token they sent me with a message from over the foam, "You seem fairly on the 'bust,' so we send a mouldy crust, To remind you of your home, sweet home." 
I always was friends with the local police force, And knew they'd be anxious to hear of my fate; So to the inspector I sent a long letter, Informing him that I was doing quite great; I told all the big-wigs how much they adored me, And said, their affection for me wouldn't cease. One night came a parcel with this written on it: "With compliments from all the city police." 
Chorus. Some beautiful handcuffs they sent me, with a message from over the foam: "You have worn these now and then, and you'll wear them once again, If you come back to your home, sweet home." 
I always was thought a nice man by the ladles, So I prospered well in that far foreign shore; You see, I could flirt without fear of the missus Whom I'd run away from on my native shore. One night when surrounded by four pretty maidens-Each of them I had sworn I would cherish for life-For me came a package: I said, "From dear mother," But I knew jolly well it had come from my wife. 
Chorus. A beautiful token she sent me, with a message from over the foam: "To reward you for your sins. I have sent you on the twins That you left behind at home, sweet home."